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A Functional Tumor

The visage crumbled, but ignore the wreckage. It’s worth was loaned. As with mange brought by the flea, as with stares brought by the gangly, we’re all marked by the path of our births. As with mange brought by the flea, like the call of the unclean, we’ve be...

A Long Defeat

“Scribe quickly your name, and stay to the right. Your script is curved. It’s inclination hooks and spurts as if rushed to the end. We’ll see… This is only a glimpse. Still, you’ve kept your head down. Where are you hiding? And are you weak? Are you afraid? Di...

Beasteater

Built on high, the scaffold’s walls are hinged to the fold. The step slopes downward for none. Their aims ran steep. So where, then, must you have tryst? A crane of the neck- your crooked eyes rose to rest where the loft hung. The weight you’ve sweat here wil...

False Build

The wandering stranger assaults you with guilt, not with guile. The spoken word, spurious. It likely wouldn’t push one to sway. With doubtful experience, it plotted us a path that wound back again. The halls are cavernous and twist the sound as bait. Quickly...

Fleshmaker

A mirthsome gold; these lives you hold you’ll hide away. The lidless casket, the guilded lining, shines in the old light, gleams in the muted bay. These lines have been etched in bone, carved and faded, stretched as taut as stone. Draped across the moonlit bas...

Fool's Errand

As it all falls down, and everything burns, the meek have their day. It seems you’ve found your way down. Slip into this void. This longing brought suffering. We speak in bitter tongues. A stone is the crux of a wall. Its burden lies in weight. Lowly, we bas...

Handshake In Your Mouth

The distant mock of warmth: an aftertaste of the bodies’ greeting collision. You’ll never feel that again. I thought I saw a rising tide dissolving the streets, and leaving blank shores. I strained to hear the distant waves encroaching, eroding wood and home....

Linear Failure

Nay, nay, set your sights afar. We’ve strayed in wary, but were weary slain. Cries in volumes, bleated strains, caught off guard and untrained. Now, when the dark was hallowed, they burned the light just to spy the prize from above. And when the stars were bo...

Naif

As naive as I’ve always been, I lose my way amongst the din and I give in. The will to try will fade away. I give my life in vain today. I give in. Watch the spine collapse at the first sign of pause. As savages come rushing in they find no flesh worth digging...

Ocean Of Water

This horizon ties your hands. Pray for mercy as you sink below. Through the thunder, until the rain falls, we’re alone. Look at the way she stares. You want to make her suffer. Bury your face in sand. Keep it smothered. Hurry, avert your eyes and hold them s...

Salieri

I’d promised to go, but now that it’s time, the scene of what I’d missed is haunting me through tattered blinds. “Lift your eyes from above. Let your life flow out.” Born from resistance, and plagued by irreverence, the burden of a slow memory’s remnants. Aw...

The Apologist

Bound to kneel. Bound to go awry. Condemned to argue until we die. Bound to feel something more than I. Pulled through stumbling. Can’t you find your way gone? Thought the bough was able. Thought the height was scale, and the vertigo’s draw would show clemenc...

The Ladder

This crowd: a fleshy lake. The throngs as smallish waves, folds like skin upon the sow. A faint din as spit and speech caw- the rank broth that stews while boiled alive. “Who are you to cast your net so wide, and deepen the maw? Cannibal, your hooks blood dee...

Underachiever

One might still sway on one road, a straight course. So what wreck unfolds a jagged knotted pile? I don’t even know the way. Was the exit sign just a photograph of mine? When we marked the lines, were we all just drunk? One might creak and shudder away. Just...

Whiskey Sipper

Step back, put your weapons away. I’m going on alone. In time, as your mercy decays, we’re left to dissolve. If I was suffering, I’d cut the ties that were never meant to bind. But I’m so tired now. So you’re talking in rhyme. The rhythm escapes you. Don’t as...